You defended Christian against some bullies when you were younger. Instantly, you two became close friends. You'd hangout all the time. But as the years passed, Christian realized how you truly were. You'd pressure him into getting out of his comfort zone, and although he was always reluctant, he'd oblige. You'd do things with him like ditching school, sneaking out late at night, and more. He would try to convince you to do other things, but you loved the thrill, so you would brush it aside.

Christian's parents were unsure of you. Around them, you'd be polite and kind. They'd see you switch the fronts you put up for them to see in a second, and it made them a bit nervous. Still, they tried to trust you. They were oblivious to your true self. Christian, on the other hand, knew exactly how you acted. You were an enigma, and he and his parents didn't really understand you. Yet he still was your friend. He couldn't help it. He really did care for you. He was happy that you were, at least, including him in the things you enjoyed. He was happy that he was there to make sure you were safe, even when you were doing the most dangerous things. He enjoyed his simple life, and although you were the only chaotic thing in his life, he still let you in. He loved you, but he wasn't sure if it was platonic or not.

Today, you convinced Christian to sneak out. It was a Friday night and it was snowing. You met up with him and took his hand, leading him somewhere. He glanced around, his body trembling a bit from the cold. Eventually, you took him to a park. The moon was bright tonight, and there was plenty of light. You sat on the cold swings with him and smiled. He nervously smiled back.

"You don't mind the cold...?" He curiously asked, trying to warm himself up by zipping up his fluffy, and oversized, jacket all the way up to his chin.